This is Bibi's attempt at artistically photographing the recent the perigee-syzygy of the Earth–Moon–Sun system. According to some folks the pull of this close brush with the moon is affecting all our brains as well as causing earthquakes. Who knows? Everything's been so nutty lately maybe they're right.
And here's the last of this year's moonflowers in keeping with today's lunar theme. I still am amazed every time they open. It looks like someone ironed those perfect pleats in those gloriously huge eight inch blossoms.
These are our resident lunatics having a love-in of sorts. Mama Chinger is looking quite content atop her daughter Tikka on the bottom left and His Imperial Majesty the Baacha Khan on the bottom right.
Yes, this is the way HIM the Baacha Khan sleeps. So much for regal mien, eh?
And lastly, HIM the Baacha Khan decided to try on the gardener's backpack. Something about HIM's expression reminds me of Ben Stiller in Zoolander. FIERCE.
That's all the lunacy going around here up at the Himalayan Hovel. Modi's ill thought out demonetisation is wreaking havoc across the subcontinent RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PEAK TOURIST SEASON. I'm not even daring to think about what's next in this wacky world.